Barbarian Hermit - secret gig review!
One of the advantages of being a music journalist and a supporter of the local scene is that on certain rare occasions you get invited to special events. And this particular Friday is one of those unique moments, courtesy of Barbarian Hermit, who are doing something very different.
Picture the scene; we are at old mill in Stockport, in a room that is 18 feet by 12 feet and in this space is a drum kit with amps and speakers flush around the walls. Add in the drummer, bassist, two guitarists and with singer in the middle and it all becomes ever so cosy. Did I also mention the 20+ fans and friends who are also there in the room? On reflection, cosy isn’t going to cut it, sticky and sweaty are better adjectives. This is just lurvely!
And it is a belting party, a celebration like no other and it was loud, VERY LOUD, as the band play pretty much all their material. As singer Si explains on more than one occasion “we haven’t played this since we wrote it but fuck it, we are playing it now”. Liquid refreshments include more Buckfast than you can ever imagine and it is passed around and consumed as an act of worship; it is a surprise folk are still standing.
Barbarian Hermit’s doomy/stoner vibe is dripping out of every speaker, bouncing off of every drumhead and cymbal, reverberating along every bass and guitar string. At times the room is a sea of headbanging and how could you not join in when the musical passion and self-belief from this band is palpable?
Everyone left the event grinning from ear to ear. This wasn’t just a band playing to the converted, it was an immersive experience, emotionally draining too and one that all who attended will never, ever forget. This is what the local scene is all about.